Hand of Grace

We gather round this table

in the quiet of the night

Sorting through the diamonds and the spades in dimming light

You stare across at someone else and think they have it made

But you can only see the card that they have chose to

play (ooh-ooh-ooh)

No, you can't choose the cards you're dealt But you choose how

to play them When the cold wind starts to blow

And the doubts begin to bend them

Every hand we hold can make us stronger in the dark

If we trust the one who carved the wood and lit

the spark

We look at hands of gold

and wonder why our own is small

Forgettin' that the Master's eye is watching over all

For Christ has walked the rocky road and carried every weight

Teaching us that grace is found in how we meet our fate (mmmmm)

So do not judge the neighbor's game By what they choose to

show

Behind the smiles and sturdy frames Are battles we don't know

(we don't know)

No, you can't choose the cards you're dealt But you choose how

to play them When the cold wind starts to blow

And the doubts begin to bend them

Every hand we hold can make us stronger in the dark

If we trust the one who carved the wood and lit

the spark

Just play them well... (ooh-ooh)